I love this old church, at least from the outside. It sits as a old guard in a corner of East Central that needs it. I hear that the two congregations that are trying to survive in it...will be moving out. Unfortunately the cost of heating this beast makes my frugal, responsible self duke it out with my dreamy, historic, artistic self...a tense spat that often erupts when style and function go for each others throats in my consciousness. Oh the pain of being a pastor and an artist.
Friday, February 29, 2008
I wish...
I love this old church, at least from the outside. It sits as a old guard in a corner of East Central that needs it. I hear that the two congregations that are trying to survive in it...will be moving out. Unfortunately the cost of heating this beast makes my frugal, responsible self duke it out with my dreamy, historic, artistic self...a tense spat that often erupts when style and function go for each others throats in my consciousness. Oh the pain of being a pastor and an artist.
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Hmmmm, maybe an old wood stove?
Dad
Maybe the tongues of fire that will rest on our heads will warm the place quite nicely. I'm just sayin'.
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